"Silver saddle... photo... white horse..." Song Qingshu obviously didn't roar too hard, but just recited poems calmly, but in this huge battlefield, everyone on the battlefield could hear every word he uttered clearly, It seemed to be trembling from the depths of the soul. ??
Song Qingshu held Xia Qingqing in one hand, and Dongfang Muxue in the other, as he stepped out, the air seemed to be solid, and shallow ripples appeared on the soles of his feet.
"How is this possible..." Everyone on the battlefield looked up at all this in disbelief, all trembling in shock.
Not to mention other people, even Dongfang Muxue was dumbfounded. She always boasted that her lightness kungfu was one of the best in the Jianghu. Although Song Qingshu's lightness kungfu was very powerful before, it was only on par with her at its peak, but now all this made her dare not Trust your eyes.
If opportunistic, the top masters in the rivers and lakes can create an illusion of stepping on the moon. She has seen Feng Qingyang do it when she was in the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, but that can only be done from top to bottom , and the speed has to be passed extremely fast, how can it be like Song Qingshu from bottom to top, strolling in the courtyard as if stepping on steps
This is no longer light work, but a miracle!
Dongfang Muxue knew that not only herself, but all the light kung fu masters in the world together couldn't do it.
Xia Qingqing next to her didn't think as much as Dongfang Muxue, she just enjoyed the dizzy feeling of happiness, when she thought she was going to die, her lover rescued her from the sky, and even hugged her in such a cool way to appear in front of her. In front of 100,000 people, she felt like she was about to faint.
Now she just wants to snuggle up happily in the arms of her lover, but suddenly she thinks that in the eyes of the world, she is still Mrs. Yuan, if a little bird clings to another man's arms, how decent is that
But this hesitation was instantly forgotten by her. At this moment, her girlish heart was overflowing, and her eyes were full of love.
"If you want to die, die." Xia Qingqing bit her lip, no longer worried so much, and hugged her lover directly, with most of her body stuck in his arms.
On the top of a mountain in the distance, Zhou Zhiruo, Zhao Min, and Lan Fenghuang were sitting on their horses and watching. Even though they were so familiar with Song Qingshu, they still trembled.
"The Taixuan Sutra is so miraculous..." Of all the people present, Zhou Zhiruo probably only knew what was going on, but her shock was soon replaced by a sour feeling in her heart, watching her husband act like this in front of hundreds of thousands of people. She came out in a flirtatious way, but hugged other women in her arms, and she regretted not following up just now.
Zhao Minmei's eyes widened at the side, looking at Feng Xu Yufeng, Song Qingshu who was like a fairy descending from the earth, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.
On the other hand, Lan Fenghuang next to him had a more direct personality, blurting out the exclamation in his heart: "Young Master Song is really... tsk tsk, even if such a man is slept by him for nothing, I would be willing."
Hearing her words, Zhao Min had to lament that the Miao family girls are more enthusiastic and unrestrained than the Mongols, but what she said seems to be right, even if it were me, I would be willing to let him sleep in vain...
Zhao Min blushed instantly, and quietly glanced at Zhou Zhiruo next to her, seeing that she didn't notice her abnormality, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Before they knew it, the three of Song Qingshu had already stood tens of feet high in the sky, condescendingly looking down at Li Kexiu who was obliquely below.
Li Kexiu was glanced at by him, felt cold all over his body, his hands and feet were cold, and hurriedly shouted: "Fire the arrow, let it go quickly, this is just a trick!"
He knew that he betrayed Song Qingshu when he was in Yangzhou, and that the other party was almost poisoned to death. The two sides had already formed a death feud, and the other party would never let him go.
It's a pity that no matter what he called it, none of the green battalion soldiers under his command moved, and they were all still immersed in this magical skill. The people in this world are much more superstitious and ignorant. Now they are only Song Qingshu gods, and they are afraid of offending the gods. Something changed
However, Li Kexiu has ruled the army for many years, and after all, he still has many loyal subordinates. After he repeatedly urged, finally a group of guards drew their bows and aimed at the three people in midair.
Noticing the change below, Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully.
"It's rustling like a meteor..." The three of them in the midair seemed to turn into a shooting star from outside the sky, rushing down from a height of tens of meters in an instant, causing all the arrows under Li Kexiu to shoot into the air.
"Ten steps to kill one person..." Song Qingshu waved the Yitian sword in his hand, and a monstrous sword energy surged out, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"A thousand miles away!" When he stood still again, the confidant guards guarding in front of Li Kexiu sprayed blood mist from their necks, and fell to the ground one by one, leaving Li Kexiu standing alone in the field .
Li Kexiu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he turned around and ran away on purpose, but unfortunately his legs were so weak that he couldn't control it, and he couldn't take a step at all.
"Wait here for me." Song Qingshu whispered to the two girls, then let go of their arms, and appeared in front of Li Kexiu in an instant, grabbed him and flew to the handsome flag, grabbed his neck and lifted him high In mid-air, the sharp eyes scanned the battlefield for a week, and said lightly: "The descendant will not die!"
Although Song Qingshu's voice was flat, everyone in the battlefield seemed to be shocked. Seeing Li Kexiu, who was like a dead chicken in his hands, and the tens of thousands of green battalion soldiers, look at me, and look at you, and I don't know who brought it. More and more people dropped their weapons and bowed in front of him: "Meet the Golden Snake King!"
"Meet the Golden Snake King!"
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The sound came and went, and in the end, no matter whether it was the soldiers of the Green Battalion or the Golden Snake Battalion, they all knelt down on the ground and paid the highest respect.
The scene at this moment is destined to be recorded in the annals of history, and it will also be unforgettable for Zhao Min and others forever.
This war ended like this, Song Qingshu did not kill Li Kexiu, firstly, Li Kexiu was the leader of Jianghuai after all, he is more valuable alive than dead; secondly, Li Kexiu is Li Yuanzhi's father after all.
Although Li Kexiu betrayed Song Qingshu, Li Yuanzhi was very kind to him from the beginning to the end. Yangzhou spared no effort to save his daughter's family's reputation, and Lin'an gave him the body of a girl. With these two things alone, how could Song Qingshu make her sad for the rest of her life?
Of course capital crimes can be avoided and life crimes cannot be escaped. Song Qingshu sent someone to lock up Li Kexiu, and he might never see the light of day again in his life.
While dealing with the matter of incorporating Jiangnan Green Camp, Xia Qingqing suddenly ran over, her voice full of tears: "Brother Song, go and see Miss Xue, she is dying soon." She and Dongfang Muxue were only in the palace before. They met once, and the relationship was definitely not familiar, but this time the two experienced life and death together, and Dongfang Muxue saved her life several times on the way, and she had already regarded each other as a real sister in her heart.
Song Qingshu was startled, and then remembered the injury in Dongfang Muxue's body, and hurriedly handed over the matter at hand to his subordinates, while he hurried to Dongfang Muxue's tent.
Zhao Min and the other girls were already in the tent. Among them, Zhou Zhiruo and Ajiu Kilometer were the tallest, and they were desperately sending true energy into Dongfang Muxue's body, while Lan Fenghuang was circling back and forth in a hurry.
Zhao Min finally couldn't take it anymore: "Sister Lan, don't walk around like this. Not only will it not help, but it will easily disturb their healing."
"It's because I didn't think twice." Lan Fenghuang then stopped, looking at Dongfang Muxue's pale cheek with a worried expression.
Zhao Min looked at the fairy-like figure on the couch, and was secretly surprised: why are Song Qingshu surrounded by women who look bad for the country and the people? Who is she? It seems that she has an unusual relationship with Song Qingshu.
Zhao Min wasn't as worried as the other women. After all, she didn't know Dongfang Muxue, and she wasn't a sympathetic saint, so why would she worry about an irrelevant woman? What's more, the other party is likely to be her potential rival in love, and she is already saving face by not clapping her hands.
Besides Xia Qingqing and Lan Fenghuang, Ah Jiu should be another person who worried about Dongfang Muxue. If Dongfang Muxue hadn't replaced her, she would probably be the one lying here now. Ah Jiu didn't know the reason for Dongfang Muxue's injury, so she thought it was a serious injury in the battle.
Zhou Zhiruo's mood was extremely complicated at this time. She had always regarded Dongfang Muxue as a strong enemy. Seeing her life hanging by a thread, she even felt a little joy in her heart, but Dongfang Muxue was related to the overall situation of the Forbidden City. What happened to her, Song Qingshu's good situation in the Qing Dynasty may be ruined, and she was injured this time because of Qingshu's career...
After all, Zhou Zhiruo was not the kind of cruel and ruthless woman in her heart, so she quickly got rid of her distracting thoughts and concentrated on healing Dongfang Muxue's wounds. It's a pity that she and Ah Jiu lost their internal strength like mud cows into the sea, and they didn't respond at all.
When he was at his wit's end, Song Qingshu finally rushed over.
"Young Master Song, you must save my master's life!" Lan Fenghuang knelt down in front of Song Qingshu with a plop. Having witnessed such a miracle just now, in her heart at this moment there is nothing Song Qingshu can't do in this world.
"Master?" Xia Qingqing on the side was shocked, and only then noticed her dressing style, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.
Song Qingshu nodded, then came to the side of the couch, reaching out to check Dongfang Muxue's injury.
"Qingshu, Miss Xue..." Zhou Zhiruo and Ah Jiu talked about the weirdness in her body, "I don't know why, we lost so much internal energy, and Miss Xue's injury didn't get better at all. .”
"What she suffered was not an ordinary internal injury," Song Qingshu explained: "It was her meridian wounded by the innate sword energy back then, and later she was attacked by Ming Zun, who hit him with all her strength, and only relied on her profound skill to hold her life. The attack on Li Kexiu's Chinese army this time caused the old wounds to bite back with too much force, so your usual healing methods are useless."
Xia Qingqing on the side turned pale, and murmured: "The Xiantian sword energy hurt the meridian? Mingzun?" There are only a handful of masters in this world who can use the Xiantian sword energy, and she also knows that Mingzun is Zhang Wuji, And Dongfang Bubai was driven into the cliff by Zhang Wuji back then, and the identity of the Snow Maiden was ready to be revealed.
It's a pity that the whole room was focused on Song Qingshu and Dongfang Muxue, and no one noticed her abnormality. 8